#(DOUBT) but also perhaps...?

[chalkrub]

new guy alert!! she's a lindwyrm who pilots an old suit of armour and has caused many legends of evil ghost knights staggering down the road at night. in reality she's not a ghost, she's a nasty little man who wants to sell you illicit substances and talk about her insane and sordid past

[clumsypuppy]

my attempt at making a fursona

[andstuffsketches]

Cass should try dating impulse next, just to complete as much of the yj core four set as she can (and annoy tim)

I love bart allen a lot but i think it would never happen lol

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus: demanding Athena take off whatever enchantment she put on him the second the situation ends.

Odysseus: who constantly reminds Athena that he has great plans to grow old and die with his wife so don't even think about getting any ideas.

Odysseus: side eye diomedes who has started fucking glowing he has so many enchantments on him: bro you should talk to Athena about getting those removed. You're going to end up immortal or some shit

Diomedes: who has been a solider since he was 5 who has intersting thoughts about his own personhood who has a much more traditional relationship with Athena and would rather literally stab his own eye out with a rusted sword than speak out of turn: I don't know what you're talking about

[sp1resong]

remember my name - mitski

[zzzeit]

canonically Zoro is taller? then Oda pls explain yourself??

taller Sanji my beloved <3

[prettyiwa]

just. thinking about getting haruka to help in the garden or in the kitchen. thinking about how all it would take would be a gentle request and he'd oblige, how he'd follow direction and be nervous and careful and constantly afraid of fucking up. thinking about getting him to nurture with his hands, to participate in taking care of something so small or to help prepare the food that will nourish you both. thinking about how much good it would do him if his hands, so commonly used for violence, were used to cultivate love and life instead.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Your our mini writings about kissing are amazing 😻🫠

May I super kindly request a combo of 16 and 9? 🙏🫶

16. A kiss in the rain / 9. A kiss to the eyelid with ???

Of course it had to be raining.

That's what Jeremy thought as he stepped out of mother's house with a couple precariously balanced boxes in his arms. He tried his best to hunch his shoulders, to let himself shield the flimsy cardboard from the buckets upon buckets of water falling out of the clouds. He scoffed, then sniffed as he shoved the boxes into the trunk of his car. As if today wasn't emotionally charged on its own, Mother Nature just had to be hilarious and deliver unto him a fucking thunderstorm. As if on cue there was a rumble in the distance, then a streak of lightning bolting across the sky.

When he blinked, the spidery afterimage of electricity remained for a moment. Jeremy shut the trunk and hurried back inside. He had to be done before his mother got home. William had already done more than could be expected of him. He had helped Jeremy pack up boxes, providing both copious amounts of coffee and the sort of fatherly support he'd never been granted in his life.

Jeremy supposed he would buy a new bed frame. Mattress. Desk. Desk chair. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to image dollar signs being whisked away with each big ticket item. But there was no way in hell he could transport those things on his own, in his car. And there was no way he could afford them on his own, either. Perhaps he would get a secondhand sleeping bag and convince himself it was fun to sleep on the floor.

As he hurried up the steps to his bedroom— not for much longer— Jeremy heard his phone ringing from where he'd left it downstairs. He ignored it to go grab a trash bag full of clothes, throwing it over his shoulder like a much less jolly version of Santa Claus. He took it with him back downstairs and was interrupted by William.

"Miss Dermott called you," he said, holding Jeremy's phone up. "It went to voicemail."

"I'll call her back when I'm done," Jeremy answered with a smile he could tell William didn't believe. Then he continued back to his car. At least his mother was letting him keep the car. Or at least she hadn't mentioned taking it away. If she had it repossessed, Jeremy supposed he would just have to walk. Or catch rides with his friends. He didn't think they'd mind lugging him around too much.

Just as Jeremy stuffed the majority of his clothes into his trunk, he heard a vehicle approaching and his heart stopped momentarily. His mother was home early. Or Bryson had come home to chase him off for taking one too many cookies from the cookie jar. Jeremy braced himself and slammed the trunk yet again, but it was neither of his relatives' cars that backed in next to his. It was a U-Haul truck. Jeremy blinked at it in confusion, then watched as three familiar faces climbed out.

"What do you think you're doing, doing this all by yourself?" Laila demanded as she ran to meet him, arms already open and pulling him in. Jeremy let her, hugging her back and burying his face against the side of her head. Jean and Cat weren't far behind— they stood just a breath away, each of them slowly getting drenched and wearing matching, mildly pissed off expressions.

"I don't have that much stuff. Not really." Jeremy said. He gestured to his car, all packed down and loaded up with the majority of his things already. "See? Almost done. What's the truck for?"

"This house does not need your bedroom suite any longer." Jean told him matter-of-factly. 

"Yeah, we're here to Robin Hood all your big stuff away." Cat said, producing a small toolbox from behind her back. 'Toolbox' was a strong word for it considering it was really a small pink backpack, though Jeremy knew it did have tools inside so it fit. "I think between the four of us we can handle breaking down your furniture."

"Yes, I think you'll manage just fine." William's voice startled the lot of them and Jeremy turned to see him standing just inside the door. "Come along though, you have got to be quick. Mrs. Wilshire is due home in..." the butler checked his wristwatch, "Ninety minutes."

"Then let's hustle, team. Let's go!" Laila said, leading the charge up the stairs. Jeremy watched them from the landing.

"Did you know they were coming?"

William merely blinked at Jeremy. "How do you think they knew to bring a truck?"

Jeremy can't stop a laugh from bubbling up his throat. "You're the best, William."

"Yes I know." William gave a sly wink before returning to his post in the kitchen. His livelihood might already be at risk thanks to Jeremy, he couldn't risk having dinner be late too.

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The next seventy-four minutes included plenty of cursing, grunting, and heavy-lifting, but Jeremy's bedroom was now bare as newborn baby. All that remained was the carpet and the few glow-in-the-dark stars Jean couldn't pry loose from the ceiling. Oh, and the law textbooks which Jeremy placed square in the middle of the floor. The girls giggled at this petty act, proud of him, as they left the room with with his bed clothes in an enormous trash bag.

Jean bumped his elbow into Jeremy's. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yeah. I really am." In the last few months, Jeremy had realized his family's love was either conditional or non-existent or both. Either way there was nothing left for him in this house. Jeremy took Jean's offered hand and the two walked down the stairs together. The girls were waiting by the front door, each of drenched with rain the same as Jeremy. Laila had a picture frame in her hand, which Jeremy raised a brow at.

"It's your grandmother," she said simply. Jeremy's throat tightened and he nodded a thank you.

Cat clapped her hands then. "We have approximately eleven minutes to spare. That's pretty good time, I think."

"Go team," said Jean with a smile, making them all laugh. Jeremy's came out a bit wet, but they had the good grace to ignore it. Cat moved to open the door and the rain was still pouring outside. Because of course it was.

"Um, I'll be out in a sec. I'm gonna say bye to William." Jeremy told them. His hand felt cold the moment he let go of Jean's to turn and head for the kitchen. He found William hard at work, in the middle of a five star meal. Jeremy's phone lay on the counter near his workspace. He picked it up to put it in his pocket without checking his messages. "Thank you."

William looked up at Jeremy from his cooking and gave a smile. "You are most welcome. I trust you have my number memorized still?"

"I do."

"Use it. I want to hear from you, to know you're doing well."

Jeremy swallowed as he worried with his keys. "I will. Bye William."

"Goodbye, Jeremy."

Walking back through the house, Jeremy worried with his keys. It took a couple annoying minutes, and one broken thumbnail, to pry off the one marked with a dab of black fingernail polish. He dropped the key in the mailbox attached to the house and shut the door behind him. The girls must have already taken shelter in the U-Haul, but Jean was waiting for him on the stoop. He looked like a drowned rat. A beautiful one.

"All done?"

"All done," Jeremy repeated with a nod. He trailed after Jean to the car and turned to look back at the house one last time, tears welling in his eyes. Well at least the rain's good for something, he thought as he felt a couple slip out. A second later, Jean had an arm around him. Jeremy stilled at the embrace before returning it, hands clasped behind Jean's back. He placed his forehead on the other man's collarbone and tried to get himself together enough to drive.

After a few seconds Jean's hand found his chin and lifted his head to press a kiss to Jeremy's eyelid. Jeremy's breathing hitched pathetically at the gesture, especially considering he'd witnessed Jean give similar affection to the girls. But he couldn't help it.

"They don't understand what a mistake they are making, throwing you away." Jean whispered against his forehead. "But they will one day. And they will live to regret it. You are too good for them and always have been."

"Je-"

Jean's thumb wiped the space under Jeremy's eye and he held his hand out. "Give me your keys, I'll drive us home."

Home, echoed Jeremy's thoughts as he stared at this lovely man. And then he placed his keys in Jean's palm.

[fatedroses]

That one teacher/mentor moment and Zenos feeling embarrassed for the first time in years (and reacting just about as well as you'd expect him to).

[michi-chelle-draws]

studying 📚

[lousirs]

Fate AU Oneshot

(Got bored, so thought I might have another go at fanfiction. It's been a minute (as always))(Also idk what the term is for a short fic so I'm calling it Oneshot. Uh)(Also also doodled something to go with the fic)

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“Heya Lucky. You’re… good with all this card-leaf-fortune-telling mumbo-jumbo, aren’t cha..?”

It was the early morning. The very early morning. And Lucky was not expecting guests before the woollen sun had even risen.

“Uhm... I suppose I am? Well, besides the tealeaf reading.” Lucky rubbed his eye in an attempt to see Ox more clearly, who was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and worry. “But did something happen? I know you’re an early bird, but… It’s still dark out.”

“No, no, it’s nothing to worry yourself over! I was only thinking that it would be nice to… to see what the cards have to say, you know?”

Ox was trying to smile his usual smile, but there was a tremor in it like an over-taught wire. Lucky blinked in hesitancy, giving space to let Ox in.

“...Sorry if the reading is a little inaccurate, it is…” Lucky looked back at the clock, “5am, after all.” He shut the door.

“That’s okay, sorry for waking you up so early.”

Lucky shook his head, “I am here when you need me, and you need me now, so, uhm, everything is okay. Now… Where are my cards…”

Lucky searched through the various compartments on the walls, pulling out and shutting drawers, nearly tipping over a vase out of sheer tiredness. Ox observed him with a twinge of guilt. He realised he might be overreacting with his worry, but at the moment, he needed some comfort.

“Ahh, there they are.” Lucky took out a stack of hand-made cards make from crayons. “For a moment there I thought Moxy borrowed them.” He sat on the other side of the table, opposite to Ox, and shuffled the cards in his wings before setting them on the table.

“You may take the top card from the deck.” Lucky said.

Ox squinted a little. “Are you sure this is how cards are read?”

“Hmm…” He shrugged with a nervous look, “I honestly don’t know. This is my own unique method, I guess. Different dolls might do this differently.”

“I see…” He warily takes out a card, reading it out. “Make everyday amazing... Hm... I agree completely, but… This wasn’t what I was looking for.”

“Perhaps take another card if you’re unhappy with the first?”

Ox picks up another card. “Good vibes only…?”

“Another?” Lucky confusedly answered.

“Don’t give up?”

“Hold on, let me look at those cards… Oh! Oh, no, these are not my cards. Moxy must’ve mixed up her positive messages with my cards again.”

Ox chuckled softly, “That really is a good trait of Moxy's; she is always able to see the positive side of things.” He turned the card in his hand, the other side being covered in flowers, hearts, and stars. “I hope no one gets rid of that spark in her.”

“Uh... I’m sorry for the mix-up, Ox...” Lucky squeaked.

“No harm done. It has put me in a better mood.” He gives a small smile. “Well, I best be off now. Sorry to bother you, again.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind making you some tea…”

“Don’t worry about me, Lucky, I’ll be alright. I hope you have a wonderful day! After some rest, of course.”

Lucky watched as Ox walked down the steps of his home, a stiffness in his posture like he was carrying the weight of the entire factory.

Lucky anxiously bit his lip, torn between concern and curiosity. Ox often spoke vaguely, a tendency that both intrigued and unsettled the uglydoll.

Eventually Ox returned to his home, a deep sigh escaping his mouth as he retrieved the cards he received from Lucky. A small, amused smile tugged at his mouth, yet a flicker of uncertainty lingered in his eye. He placed the cards down gently and switched on the lamp. Pulling open the top drawer, he sifted through various colourful sheets of paper until he found another card. A card adorned with intricate patterns with a gleaming golden border, crescent moons encircling a number: 12. He grimaced at the card, reluctant to flip it over and read the message it held once more. Instead, he put the three hand-made cards on top, closing the draw and sitting down, pressing his hands to his cheeks and letting out a shaky sigh.

[animentality]

a beta reader left a comment on my manuscript that was basically:

"this story is a waste of my time."

and it's like....

i have thick skin and all, since i've been working with beta readers for a long time, but...

ouch.

thanks, i guess. helpful.

[sunshineandviolets]

[character who only shows up for maybe a scene or two per book, we know very little about - not even a surname - very much a minor character, not relevant to the main plot ]

me: ... its free real estate

[beatcroc]

Mecha-Sonic, Dr. Robotnik has created other robots based on Sonic and thrown them away before he created you. Do you have any thoughts on this?

[irregodless]

so the continuation of snowgrave is interesting

noelle says the night before kris visited her and kiiiind of but not really? apologized for the snowgrave route. at least we can assume kris is remorseful for that because when we resume control and reassert our dominance over her they fuck up a trash can in a rage

noelle is also excited that kriss old deadpan voice was back. meaning that kris never used to emote and any enthusiasm that we make them exhibit is not their true reaction. even the nice friendly pacifist things though thats not too new information

i didnt talk to catti yet but in a pacifist route she resents kris for becoming friends with susie which. is a pretty extreme reaction. in fact everyone has a pretty extreme reaction to her that doesnt seem. entirely justified. catti also puts a hex on kris (jockington neutralizes kt with the power of SPORTS) and mentions their past of studying the occult together

we also know that kris has like. monster dysphoria. they wanted to be like their adopted momster family even having a horn headband like we see in tennas flashback. its possible since humans couldnt do magic as well as monsters kris studied it with catti to try and find a way to cast magic as a human

i wonder if the human soul we play as isnt like. a demonic possession they conjured. but i also wonder if kris wasnt born without a soul. the idea of a deadpan voice aligns with how we usually depict a "soulless" person

at the same time kris ALWAYS returns the soul to their body which means that kris NEEDS it to some extent. whether thats that they cant survive without a soul for extended periods of time or because they need us the player to do their bidding and play into their plans

maybe kris needs a bustling dark castletown to achieve their goals. maybe this time playing the pacifist is playing into the goals of the villain

[queen0fm0nsterz]

Over the years, I always find myself wandering back to Yume Nikki.

I entered the RPG Maker horror games scene when I was very young; I still remember watching my first Mad Father gameplay at age 8. The entire genre has always been a foundation for the shaping of my interests, but Yume Nikki is... different. It always felt personal to me, but the reason as to why that is changed as I grew up.

When I found out about it, I was at that age where I'd always wear my hair in pigtails. So there I was, a little girl with brown hair and pigtails, watching a game about a girl with brown hair and pigtails. A few years later, I, a barely teenage girl on the spectrum and in the closet, was watching a game about a girl feeling ostracised by her peers with the need to hide. And a few years later I, halfway through high school and tormented by vivid dreams of horrid things that had been done to me against my will, was watching a game about a girl who had vivid, abstract dreams about the things that had been done to her.

Now I, an adult woman who has been struggling to leave her home due to a breakdown and severe suicidal ideation, am watching a game about a woman who can't leave her room unless she gives in to her own ideation.

Maybe it's just because Yume Nikki has no evident plot that I can see all these similarities. Maybe the feelings of loneliness that have been tormenting me are pushing me to attach myself to something, anything. But when I think about the fact we were "born" on the same year, I can't help but chuckle.

...Maybe I'm not that alone and misunderstood after all.